Spanish Judges Page #7

I want you to come

with me to San Francisco.

Why would I lie about that?

What do I have to gain?

We can introduce ourselves

to each other all over again.

Two very nice,

very rich people that never

have to get involved

in crime ever again.

And then?

Then we'll see

what happens.

Okay.

I'm gonna finish packing.

Make sure that he gets--

The right one is this one.

This one.

What about this?

Who's share is this

gonna come out of?

It's her or me, right?

Right?

Never trust anything

that bleeds for five days,

and doesn't die, right?

Jamie, come on

we gotta go. Let's go.

Let's have our drinks.

A toast.

To three very clever people,

may we all get what we deserve.

I loved you once,

Sister Mary Agnes.

I loved you, too,

Brother Pio.

Wait.

Max:
Stop.

( gagging )

Did you switch glasses?

( cries in pain )

F***.

We'd better go.

What did she mean

about switching glasses?

I don't know.

Dying people say

some pretty stupid sh*t.

Huh?

Drink up. Let's go.

We gotta get out of here.

I don't think so.

What was this?

Getting the money is not enough?

Huh?

Nothing is enough

for people like you?

Nothing!?

Come on.

Come on, you piece of sh*t.

Garbage.

You're f***ing garbage.

And you f***ing

smell like garbage.

- Go on.

- That's okay.

Get off my money.

Jack:
Piece of sh*t.

Max:
I should have

smelled you a mile away.

I got played.

I got played!

I murdered Sister Mary.

Why don't you

get away from her now?

You're not

good enough for her.

Piece of sh*t.

You killed her.

You're gonna walk away with

a lot of money for it, aren't you?

The money is nice.

But it's nothing compared

to the Spanish Judges.

- You had them?

- No, you did.

You see that?

Made by Jean Baptiste LaRoche

in the galleries of the Louvre.

It was going to be a present

for King Louis the XV of France

to King Charles the IV of Spain.

What does that say?

I can't speak French.

But they sure

are pretty, aren't they?

Circa 1760.

Supposedly, these

are one of the finest sets

of dueling pistols ever made.

Personally, I don't like guns.

But I do know fine

things when I see them.

Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.

The little story I told you about,

remember, the gentleman

in the motel parking lot?

He'd sold the guns

by the time we met with him.

He sold them on the black market

and sold them again and again,

For a fraction of their worth.

One million dollars.

Oh, my God.

Hidden this entire time in

a graveyard of a f***ing apartment.

What a joke, Max.

How many pretty Sister Mary's

you had to kill for a million bucks?

Think you know who I am?

You haven't even met me yet.

Max.

Yes?

When you showed me the pistols,

you only loaded one of them.

Do you remember

which one it was?

No.

Well.

There's only

one way to find out.

Sh*t.

That's a 200-year-old gun.

I wonder what this gun

would do to you?

You think it would

kill you instantly?

Or maybe it would

just wound you.

Hmm?

I could watch you bleed

and squirm all night.

Like you been doing

to Jamie and I.

You f***.

You f***ing cheap whore.

Get down on your knees.

Get down on your f***ing knees.

You beg Jamie to forgive you.

Beg her!

Mars Girl:
Fly. Fly.

What's happening?

Nothing, honey.

Excuse me, Max.

Come on.

Is he here for me?

No, he's not.

I got to tell you something.

You got to come with me.

I can't leave you here.

You know too much.

As soon as we leave the city,

I'll let you go.

I'll even give you some money.

Go anywhere you want.

- Come on.

- No, thank you.

I have to wait

for the man from Mars.

I'm the man from Mars.

I couldn't tell you before because

they would have gotten jealous

but I'm that guy.

Come with me.

You're not, though.

'Cause I've got scars?

Everyone's got scars.

They know what to do

so their scars will heal,

but yours

keep on getting worse.

There's no man from Mars.

The only people that are coming

are the cops

and you can't be here.

Tell me you're

gonna come with me.

No.

Please don't make

me do something shitty.

Okay?

Tell me you'll come with me.

No.

I will do this, I swear.

Please.

Tell me you'll come with me.

( giggling )

( cracking sound )

( police siren wails )

( knocking on door )

Open up, police!

Police! Open the door!

( giggling )

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